Brown Sands
Brown Sands
Lifting hands
To hold as we walk the heat drenched beach
Sun risin'
Red horizon
Nearly within our striding reach
Footprints measure
Our mortal treasure
That is ours for a brief time
Between our toes
A mystery unfolds
Of rich, Brown Sands so fine
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